“ … Stella’s here and she wants to see you.” Josie lingers as she brushes her teeth. She ties her hair up with a few clips before sauntering down. She prepares herself for more drama—not that she’s done anything wrong except hope Lennox might choose her. Well, that, and the pretend spell. Josie finds Stella in the den. She’s crying. Her hair is in a tangle. Her face is bare of makeup. Her eyes are puffy, and so are her cheeks. She’s also wearing what looks like a twenty-year-old, high-school sweat shirt and mismatching sweat pants. “You two need to talk,” Christine says. She’s dressed for work in a pressed skirt suit. She gives Josie a wink, then hurries for the door. “The men should be down soon. Roxy will have cards on them later today. Until then, improvise. Oh, and see what you can you do about Mr. Dooley. He’s not working out now, is he?” Christine shuts the front door behind her.
